The careles shepherdess a tragi-comedy acted before the King & Queen, and at Salisbury-Court, with great applause / written by T.G. ; with an alphebeticall catologue of all such plays that ever were printed.

ACT. 5. SCEN. 12.

Enter the Grand Satyre.

3 Sat.

Here comes one will tame you Sir.

G. Sa.

I am resolv'd nor though I can will greive.

speaks as to some within.

4 Sat.

The spies are brought.

G. Sat.

You have done well: Now see that one of you Muster enough to guard these woods, whilst we Afflict our punishments on these.

Sat.

I goe.

Exit.

G. Sat.

Come hither you that are the Master of These woods, and think it nothing to destroy Whole troops of Satyres What wo'd you bestow On us to set you free? wo'd you give up Your Virgins to our use, and let us take The beauties of your Land?

Omnes.

Destruction first.

Sat.

Nay you should enjoy them too, onely we—

Phil.

Wo'd crack their Maindenheads—

Lar.

And we sho'd then—

Phil.

Be married to them.

Sat.

Right.

Brac.

And leave our Lands to those You get.

Sat.

Yes.

Omnes.

A halter first.

Sat.

Say so! Tear limbs. From off the trees give them a welcome.

The meaner Satyres play on the Hooboys drest as though they were boughs, but in a distracted way.

Phil.

Strange Musique!

Lar.

The screech-Owles Dirge ere death.

Having plaid thus distractedly they play some acurate lesson.

Brac.

Their notes are chang'd.

Cleob.

And now they sound as when the dying Swan Fills the Ecchoing woods with harmony.

Phil.

What shall become of poor Philaritus?

Cleob.

Wee'l dye incircled in each others armes.

Sat.

Fetch in the youths and let them sing the Songs They have prepared.